That Old Twitch

I heard an infant's cry sometime around 5:30 a.m. today. It was still dark outside (hello winter), and I spent a few moments listen to the baby exercising its lungs. There has been an advent of about four new babies in my neighbourhood, including two in my building. 

It could be anyone of those bubbas. 

I was happy that it wasn't mine. M still is a sleep-wrecker, but that kind of crying is history. 

And yet, when I see newborns, I have this urge to hold them, to touch them, and to feel that tiny life in my arms - to see how those tiny fingers wrap around a single finger of mine...their antics and all. 

And oh, for the tiniest of fleeting moments I might even experience an urge to be pregnant and have a baby.

When my senses return after the lapse of that nanosecond, I am just relieved to not be going through all of that, and those struggles of babyhood.